All Chapters of Mated To The Lycan Twins: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

School felt more alive than it usually was. I tried to remain invisible as I headed towards my locker. There were so many groups,all gossiping about something I couldn't pick out. As I fished out my textbooks, which I made sure to always lock in my locker because taking them home would automatically put them in the same sorry state as my notebooks, the bell rang. I hurried to class and made it just in time before the teacher stepped in. Chloe arrived minutes later but the teacher merely continued teaching. “Have you heard the news?” She whispered to me. “What news?” I asked. “You have no idea?” She wiggled her brows. “Idea about what?” I asked impatiently. I knew the teacher would soon call me out and that was the last thing I wanted right now. She stealthily passed her phone to me. Once I got it, I looked up, pretending I was paying attention to get the teacher's attention off me. Once the coast was clear, I stylishly looked at the phone and my eyes widened.

LORRAINE'S POVI woke up with a pounding headache. I succeeded in crying myself to sleep. I walked to the window and noticed it was pitch black outside.I took out my phone to check if I received a message from them but there was nothing. Just the last messages we exchanged.I chewed my lip worriedly. Maybe I should text them. Yes, I'll do just that. This time, there was no excuse. I needed to unburden my chest from the guilt of abandoning them when they needed me. “Hi,” I clicked the send button. I pushed the phone away and buried my fingers in my hair, waiting for it to beep. Nothing happened. I waited for almost ten minutes but there was no response. My heart skipped.What if they got shot?I picked up the phone again and hit the dial button. This texting thing was unhealthy for my anxiety. I chewed my fingernail, pacing back and forth as I waited for any of them to answer. It went straight to voicemail. Oh, goddess! My eyes began to water. Just then, I heard a knock. I quick

CHLOE'S POVI couldn't count the number of times I cursed as I drove to school. It is just so annoying how my mother turns a blind eye to Josh's excesses but is quick to pick on everyone else. I parked the car in the driveway. Taking out my phone, I opened my anonymous account. It is time to teach that stupid brother of mine to keep his mouth shut in matters that don't concern him. “Hello Josh,” I typed. “It's been a while. Let's have some fun, shall we?”His response was so immediate that I threw my head back in laughter.“Haven't I warned you to back off?” “Oh yes, I have a list of worthless threats sitting here. Tell me, which of them will you execute first? Your answer will determine the task I will give you,” I typed.“You bastard! I will find you and I will kill you!” “Good, we're taking lives today. I want you to publicly confess your feelings to your football coach. You must get flowers and act like you're in love with him or the world's going to see that little thing betw

LORRAINE'S POVI hate my life. I hate this place. I hate these chores. I hate my room. I hate the fact that I'm wolfless.I hate that I'm an orphan. I hate that I can't fight for myself.I hate everything. Why couldn't I get the things I wanted like everyone else? Why did I always have to struggle with everything? Why did everyone feel it was okay to pick on me?Why did they feel like my happiness didn't matter? That they could push me around and hurt me just because they could. The tears poured furiously down my cheeks as I scrubbed. My mistress has unceremoniously dismissed everyone from duty, saying that I was going to take over the chores for today due to my neglect. I had to cook, clean, wash, plant, and virtually do everything that could be done. Yet my mistress didn't think I was doing enough. She would mess up my work or have me clean the same spot over and over because it wasn't clean enough.To make things worse, she denied me fold, claiming I would only eat when I

CHLOE'S POV“This has to stop, Chloe. Where did you get this rebellious attitude from?” My Dad sounded disappointed and I hated it He was the only parent I cared about and letting him down was a big deal to me. I was more hurt that he supported his wife blindly without hearing from me. “You just came back and concluded I was wrong from a one-sided story,” the hurt seeped through my voice no matter how much I tried to mask it. “Did she tell you why she is so livid?” His eyes softened and my mother stepped in immediately. “Don't let her manipulate you, this girl has been botherline disrespectful. You have witnessed enough to tell I'm not exaggerating,” she spat.I ignored her and focused on my dad. He knew how to judge better when he wasn't listening to one side of the story. “The reason she is so agitated is because her lovely son confessed publicly to his football coach and instead of confronting him, she decided to pick on me for not defending him because blaming her daughter is